Female mimics

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CONTENTS

VOL. L NUMBER 3

HOW I CHANGED MY SEX/

by Patricia Ann Morgan 3

STEINS & STAGS / Frau Helen’s Club 9

TERRY THE TANTALIZING / Terry Durham 14
A STITCH IN TIME /British Comedy 18

THE BALLS THAT MADE N. Y. FLIP /

Artists Equity; Art Students League 20

HAPPY NOEL /Terry Noel 28

THE CONTINENTAL TOUCH / Rickey Rene 39
FIT FOR A KING/

Toby Rex and Rex Huntington 42

COMIC STRIP / Pudgy Roberts 51

TORRID THREE FROM GAY PAREE /

Le Monocle, Chez Moune, Frede’s Cabaret 54

THE READERS ALWAYS WRITE /

Letters & photos from readers 63

GRAND PARADE / New York costume ball 68

COVER: TERRY NOEL

COLOR INSERT: TERRY NOEL, RICKY RENE

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Exclusive First Person Story!

Birth certificate shows that
“Patricia Ann Morgan” (below) was
born Henry Glavocich in New Jersey,
is now 24 years old.

HOW I CHANGED

MY SEX!

by Patricia Ann Morgan

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A misfit for 22 years, Patricia took the bold step and

Today fully a woman, Patricia is taking singing and acting lessons

IT WAS A wonderful day for a
trial. I awoke early, dressed care-
fully in my best blouse and skirt
and hummed with happiness as I
put on makeup, flounced out the
door of my apartment and headed
for the courthouse on Manhattan’s
Centre Street where I was being
tried for indecent exposure.

The calendar said it was August
11, 1963, but for me it was like my
birthday, wedding day and anni-
versary all rolled into one. It wasn’t
the first time in my life I had seen
the inside of a courtroom. I had
spent almost three years in jail back
when I was a Different Kind of
Person. But the idea of being
charged with walking down East
57th Street in New York City wear-
ing shorts that revealed too much
tickled me to my womanly core.

This time I beamed with happi-
ness as my heels clickety-clacked
down the hallway. Men turned to
watch me and even the magistrate
looked up as I entered the court.
Until my case was called I sat there
smiling to myself, conscious in a
feminine way of the sideward
glances of men about me.

“City of New York vs. Patricia
Ann Morgan,” the clerk bawled out.
I swept from my seat and walked
up the aisle, then stopped and stood
demurely and respectfully before
the magistrate. As the charges were
read out I stared at him behind his
high majestic legal platform desk.
He stared right back, matching my
smile with one of his own.

“Are these charges correct. Miss
Morgan?” he asked when the clerk’s
machine-gun monotone finally
stopped. “Did you really walk down
East 57th Street on August 4 wear-
ing shorts that were too short?”

“No, your Honor,” I said, “My
shorts weren’t too short. It’s just
that my legs are too long!”

“Case dismissed,” the magistrate
laughed. And I couldn’t help but
laugh along with him. Because I
had just made my point the way a
woman should, with a smile, a quip
and a toss of the hip.

Another woman might not think
anything of my performance, but

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went through a series of painful operations- hut she

deep inside me 1 felt my feminine
pride glow white hot.

Because I had only just gotten
back from Los Angeles, where I
had shed my male sex forever and
had a series of operations that
changed me into a woman!

The approval of that magistrate,
his looking on me as a beautiful
girl, made the heartbreak and frus-
tration of my life fade away. It
more than repaid me for the $15,-
000 I spent to become a girl, for
the months of unbelievable agony
in hospital beds as the surgeons

knives trimmed my body and
changed it from male to female.

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I guess my story really begins
when I was seven years old. Living
with an aunt in Hoboken, New Jer-
sey, my father dead, mother at her
wit’s end, no homelife but the cer-
tain knowledge that I was being
passed from one relative to another,
I began to hate my masculine sex.
I hated my father for the way he
fought with mother. By the time he
finally died I had to be paid to go
to his funeral.

And I hated my grandparents be-
cause they looked down on my
mother. They thought their son was
too good for her. Mother was
proud; she stole milk from door-
steps to feed me as a baby. But
when her pride broke one day and
she asked her mother-in-law for
milk, the old bitch spat at her and
said “Go to hell!”

The older I grew, the more un-
happy I got. Girls wouldn’t play
with me in school and boys beat
me up, calling me horrid names and
grinding my lunch into the ground

Patricia wants to get married — but is wary of men who still regard her as a curiosity.

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under their shoes.

I '\ as 15 and a slioeshine bo\- af-
ter seliool in New York Cit^' and
Hoboken when 1 read a newspaper
stor\- about a se.\ cliange operation.
I ntil 1 saw it in black and white I
didn t even know such operations
e.xisted. 1 knew then that I wanted
to be a girl.

^^'hat I didn’t know \\’as the
strange battle of se.x going on in-
side m>- juvenile body, a fight be-
tween arrested inaleness and latent
feinaleness. Much later on, when
doctors told me my male charac-
teristics could have been empha-
sized with an operation to make
my male organs descend to the
place God meant them to be, in-
stead of up in my abdomen where
they still were, I thanked Him
that no such operation was per-
formed. I wanted to be a woman,
and anything that could have turn-
ed me into a hateful man like my
father would have been more than
I could have taken.

So I tried as best I could, a sheep
among goats, forced to wear trou-
sers I disliked instead of the skirts
I longed for, taken to the barber by
sheer strength to have my hair cut
short when I cried for it to be long.

Looking back now, it’s no won-
der my relatives muttered behind
my back about how "*Henry is turn-
ing into a fairy.” They didn’t under-
stand what was hapening inside me.
Nobody did, least of all myself.

So finally they kicked me out
with no clothes and only 50 cents
in my pocket. I don’t really blame
my aunt, though. What was she to
think, looking down the hallway
and seeing her nephew leaning
against the wall kissing one of her
boarders ... a man?

After that, four years of strange
living in New York City, sharing
apartments with homosexuals who
sold their bodies to men and then
slugged and rolled them. I even
went to prison for part of the time
after my roommate was caught and
I was blamed, too. But what could
I do, a boy of 16 without working
papers. I knew all about shining
shoes, and just about nothing else!

Shopping for feminine clothes was a
big thrill for Patricia after operation
made her physically into a real woman

says all the pain was worth it!

It was that prison term that made
me certain I was going to be a
woman, someday, somehow. I was
put in a cell-block with homosex-
uals, me, a boy who was sent there
in the first place because I had
been caught associating with them!

The experience deepened my
hatred of being a man, turned the
very idea of having to go through
life as a male into a cancer that ate
into my soul.

Raising the money for the opera-
tions took me a year, not very long
when you think how much it cost in
the end. I did anything . . . and
everything ... to make money,
hoarding and squirelling it away in
a dozen savings accounts until I
had enough.

All the time a doctor friend of
mine was trying to find out when
and where the operations could be
done. When he told me I could
have them done at West Lake Me-
morial Hospital, in Los Angeles,

I breathed a sigh of relief. I knew
I didn’t have enough money to go
overseas and live while my sex was
being changed.

But I still had one hurdle ahead
of me: the doctor heading the surgi-
cal team scheduled to change me
insisted that I undergo psychiatric
tests to determine whether I would
be a happier and better adjusted in-
dividual as a girl instead of a boy.
Unless I passed the tests, no oper-
ations. He explained that he had to
have the proof in case any other
doctors complained to the Medical
Association.

But I passed the tests, and the
psychiatrists gave their go ahead.

I packed up everything I owned,
clothes, pictures, letters, papers, the
whole works that could remind me
of when I was a man. And I took
them over to the East River at three
o’clock in the morning and heaved
them into the water, one thing at a
time, laughing as each item hit the
choppy surface, was grabbed by
the current and swirled off into

A pplying for a change of legal status
to a woman, Patricia wants to adopt
children after she gets married.

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the darkness.

It was November 15, 1961, I had
spent 22 year,s as a horrible, hateful
male. But the end of it was in sight.

1 ^^^as strangely shy and scared
when 1 met the medical e.xperts
who \\-ere going to perfonn the sur-
gery of my sex change. All men,
they seemed to look at me with
what I thought was pity, or disgust.
Maybe it was all in my mind, but
I couldn’t help thinking they didn’t
approve of the operations, and
wouldn’t ha\e agreed to perform
them except for the medical chal-
lenges they always seemed to enjoy
so much.

After two days of physiological
tests I was awakened at 6:00 a.m.
and my lower body was shaved and
eovered with disinfectant. Then
I was wheeled into the operating
theatre where the seven surgeons
waited, gowned, gloved and serub-
bed. As I breathed in the anaes-
thesia to the gentle sound of hissing
instruments and murmured voiees,

I looked up into the bright over-
head lights staring down at me
like huge eyes and breathed a si-
lent prayer that everything would
come-off all right. Ahead lay six
hours of major surgery.

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Coming baek to eonsciousness
was pain, agony that spread
throughout my body and down my

nerves. My God, I never expeeted
this! I thought. The waves of pain
seemed to pulse and recede.

But then I looked down at my
lower body, swathed in elean white
bandages. Even though everything
was completely eovered, I could
see from the smooth curve of the
gauze that my male organs had
been suceessfully removed. For the
next six weeks I lay in the hospital
bed without moving, under eon-
stant sedation to fight the pain,
with two tubes hanging out of the
bandaged area to take eare of
wastes.

Then I was released for another
month’s reeuperation with a girl
friend in her apartment. I eouldn’t
afford to stay at the hospital.

In February I went baek in for
the female operation, which pro-
vided me with artifieial femininity
and the means to use my body the
way any woman does. Again my
life revolved around pain for a
month, as the tender tissues slowly
repaired themselves from the swift
but sure strokes of the surgeon’s
sealpels.

The final operation was a breeze
eompared to the first two — simple
plastie surgery to remove any dis-
figuring scars. As I hesitantly left
the hospital for the last time it was
as a woman, or as close to a wo-
man as anybody born a man could

Asa half-man, Patricia hated men — now, as a woman, she needs them.

be. The heat of the July sun was
like a blast from a steel mill firedoor
as I went out on the street, pushed
in a wheelchair. But no amount of
weather diseomfort eould affeet me
now that I had finally reaehed my
goal.

That summer, and the fall and
winter following, were filled with
wonderment and joy for me, as I
experieneed the delights of being
a woman. I shopped for clothes,
went to the hairdresser and bought
shoes by the dozens. I even ex-
perieneed the thrill of going with
men as a woman does, admired
and wanted and happy to give their
all, seeure in the knowledge that I
was now a member of what some
silly people call the Weaker Sex.

I don’t know what lies ahead of
me now that my life has been
ehanged so radically. When I got
back to New York last August I
took my own apartment under my
new name, and applied to the State
of New Jersey to have my birth
eertificate changed from “male” to
“female.” As soon as all the neces-
sary affadavits have been filed from
the hospital in California I will
legally be a woman.

But I am so mueh more success-
ful as a woman than I ever was as
a misfit male that I know that my
decision was the right one. I’ve tak-
en up singing and aeting lessons,
and even been offered a show in
Greenwieh Village. But I turned it
down because that is part of the
life that I would just as soon forget.

Like every normal woman I
want to get married and have a
family. I’ve had proposals, but the
man I marry will have to want me
as a woman, not as a curiosity, and
so far that’s what my suitors have
felt. Onee my birth eertificate has
been ehanged I don’t expect to
have any trouble adopting chil-
dren, and I want several so I can
give them the kind of ehildhood I
never had myself.

But the proof of the rightness of
my new sex, I guess, is my changed
attitude towards men. From a half-
man filled with loathing and re-
vulsion towards his own sex, I
have been changed into a woman
who likes men, needs men and ap-
preciates them for the grown-up
little boys that they really are.

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Finale of one of the shows at Frau Helen’s. Note that the performers don’t stint on the lavishness of their costumes.

The hottest nitespot rage in Europe these days is the
travesti club, featuring female impersonators, pat-
terned after such originators of the idea as the Carou-
sel and Madame Arthur’s of Paris. Already England
has a couple, Amsterdam has one, and now Frankfurt,
Germany has joined the bandwagon with its Frau
Helen Club, the first of several such clubs planned
for Germany. At first dra\\ang on talent from its
French and English counterparts, Frau Helen’s soon
expects to develop its own, native talent, now that
a showcase for it has been opened. To get the ball
rolling and encourage this new talent, Frau Helen
features twice a week an amateur night with prizes to
winners, and, in the case of two amateurs already,
contracts for regular appearances. Popular with the
West German citizens and U.S. Army men stationed
nearby, Frau Helen’s appears to be the big hit of
postwar Germany.

Backstage at Frau Helen’s gives a peek at some of the
leading performers. At the top is an Englishman,
Freddie Mack; at left, two from the Carousel in Paris,
Clarisse (Georges Fath) and Helen (Jacques) Ange.
Above are Frenchmen Alex Bourget and Simon Blanc.
At page right a West Berliner who is the star of
Frau Helen’s, Rudi Kuntsler.

Rudi (right) and some
more of the travesti
crew at Frau Helen’s.
Satire is very big in
Germany these days, and
skits kidding politics
highlight the shows, in
addition to the usual
singing and dancing.

At page left is Heinz
A Ibrecht, who won the
first Frau Helen
amateur contest, is
now a regular performer.

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m IHE TANTALIZING

As British photographer Pryce Forbes entered the neat
little house in Leeds he was met by a young man wearing
slacks and sports shirt who introduced himself as Terry
Durham, the female impersonator. At the house to photo-
I graph Terry for publicity pictures, Forbes nodded as Terry
excused himself so .that he could dress in his *^working
clothes.” In a few moments, as Forbes was sipping a scotch,
in walked a beautiful blonde.

Terry’s in the back room changing,” said Forbes.

The blonde laughed. “I’m Terry,” the impersonator said.

Forbes stared and gasped. He had photographed many a
female impersonator in his professional life, but none in his
experience had looked so ravishingly a woman. After taking
a number of photographs in dresses and evening wear Forbes
suggested several in tights and bra to show oflF Terry’s un-
usual bustline. Some time ago the female impresonator had
an operation to enlarge his bust to give greater realism to
his act. Thirty years old, Terry has been a female imperson-
ator for five years, mostly in clubs around London, although
he once appeared in Paris, at the Carousel.

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An accomplished accordionist, Terry
began his professional career as
a female impersonator wearing
high hat and tails, high heels and
blonde wig, and playing the
accordion. Today, one of the
leading practitioners of his art in
England, he specializes in songs
and patter and a striptease act.
Patrons find it difficult to
believe that the performer is a man,
especially with the impressive
results of his bust operation.

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Though not calculated to raising temperatures in
that nurses’s rig, British actor Norman Wisdom
does tickle the funny bones in his latest film.

“A

STITCH

IN

TIME”

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Maybe British actor Norman Wisdom dressed
up as a nurse wouldn’t rate a boyish smile
from Dr. Kildare or risk a pat on the fanny
from a wolfish interne, but he’s believeable
enough in his latest film, “A Stitch in Time,”
to pass muster as a female.

Credit Pinewood Production make-up man
George Blacker with much of the success. He
did a great job of making Wisdom believable
as a nurse. He waxed out the actor’s eyebrows
to make them thinner, gave him false eye-
lashes, shaded his face to make it look thinner,
painted his lips fuller and used a flesh-colored
make-up to cover up the shadow of his
beard. Then hair stylist Biddy Chrystal took
over, gave Norman a blond wig and a coifFure.
The costume department provided a nurses’s
outfit. No falsies, no girdle. Just Norman.

The gimmick is, the actor is not turning into
a female impersonator for the movie. More
like a Peeping Tom. He’s portraying a
butcher’s assistant who changes into a nurse
right in the nurse’s dressing room at a hospi-
tal, enjoying the Peeping Tom’s paradise of
seeing gorgeous nurses getting into and out
of uniform. So he becomes girl enough to
fool the other nurses, but remains man enough
to retain his own identity.

Even the usually indifferent camera crews
got a laugh at the actor’s first wiggles across
the sound stage, looking like a duck out of
water. As Wisdom himself explained, “I was
trying to look effeminate but making a hash
of it. I’d get it all just a little bit wrong, even
that wriggle of the bottom. To the audience
I’ve got to look like Norman Wisdom trying
to look like a girl. But I couldn’t ham it up
too much or the audience wouldn’t believe I
could fool the other nurses. And if they don’t
believe that— bang goes half the fun of it.”

That Norman Wisdom succeeded is evident
from the reviews and the success of the film
in England. American audiences will be just
as convinced.

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Its lunacy time in Manhattan when Artists Equity
and the Art Students League hold their annual jamhorees!
Begqwned and bejeweled the hoys who would he girls
y\fpw the crowds with their costumes and capers

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These photos were taken at the latest Art Students League Ball in New York, where more people came to stare than be
seen. For obvious reasons there seemed to be a large number of Cleopatras in the crowd — like the Queen at lower right.

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It’s a real drag race
with the winner the
fastest guy with a
fancy garter belt!

Take the New Orleans and Rio
Mardi Gras and put ’em both under
one roof and what have you got?
A fair idea of what goes on— not to
mention comes off— each year in
New York when the Art Student
League and Artists Equity hold
their annual balls. Costumes, gowns
and jewels that have been lying in
moth balls and velvet all year are
brought out and prepared for the
big events— and not so much by the
ladies, but the gentlemen!

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Still at the Art Students
League Ball, these are all
guys dressed as gals — and
could you tell the difference?
Take a look, for example, at
the fashionable foursome below
and the twisting torso at the
right, prime examples of the
tops in female impersonation!

You can't tell the guys from the gals at these
gala bashes-but nobody seems to care! From
the tango to the twist the swingers strut,
stomp and sway until dawn chases 'em home!

Things are no less zany at the Artists Equity Ball, where
these candid photos were taken not long ago. Take a look
at the motorcycle madcaps at right and the terrific twosome
page left who look like they just stepped out of the Follies.

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Boys will be boys, as the saying
goes — except at such events as
the Artists Equity Ball, when lots
of the boys will be girls if you
look closely enough. It’s sequins
and satin instead of socks and
shirts for these laddies.

The spirits are willing and the
flesh is pretty much in evidence
among the hoys and girls who make
each year's hall the wildest ever

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Meet Terry Noel,
for whom Ws
always Christmas
time from now on!

Hailed as one of
the top new female
impersonators
in the business
Terry is happy with
a new coast-to-coast
deal he just signed!

Watch this miracle in make-up jobs as Terry transforms himself into

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into a woman. Powder and eye-shadow start it.

Terry’s almost non-existent eyebrows get a heavy pencilling in, then lipstick
is brushed on, and finally the blonde wig donned.

as beautiful a performer as ever did a turn under the spotlight

Darkening the lashes is an expert’s job, and Terry could probably get a job in
Hollywood as a make-up man if he wanted the career .

Terry knows the sex appeal value of good lingerie, goes in for dark-shades
of silk stockings, a tight, black leather girdle.

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While New York City at this writ-
ing is talking about the exciting en-
tertainment provided by female im-
personator Terry Noel, the rest of
the country is waiting its turn— for
Terry has just signed for his first
coast-to-coast tour, a journey that
will take him to fifty cities and
more than a hundred nightspots
from Miami to San Francisco. Terry
got started in female impersona-
tions comparatively recently, but
with his features and figure he
could be considered to have a na-
tural flair for it. A wig, panchro-
matic make-up and a gown, and
Terry’s ready to go out there and
surprise the crowds with a darn
good singing voice and an act that
has ’em screaming for more. A na-
tive New Yorker, Terry is looking
forward to his tour, the first time
he has had a chance to travel pro-
fessionally since breaking in his
act at the Club 82 on Manhattan’s
lower East Side.

Terry’s wardrobe at home has a fantastic array of shoes, from flats to
fancy high heels, and gowns and furs to make any woman swoon with envy.

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Hamburg's famous Reperbahn bas been tbe scene
of some sensational nitespot acts- but
Ricky Rene bas tbe whole town calling Kamerad!

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A native New Yorker, Ricky got started
at Club 82, went to Paris to work
at the Carousel, now is making a tour
of the principal clubs in Europe.

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The German seaport city of Hamburg is famous throughout the world (or maybe in-
famous is the word) for its Reperbahn, the German version of Soho, Greenwich Vil-
lage, Pigalle, and maybe a bit of the old Barbary Goast thrown in for good measure.
They get a lot of exciting acts and fabulous performers along the Reperbahn, but few
lately that can match the stirring strip act of female impersonator Ricky Rene. These
photos, taken in a Reperbahn rathskellar club, show Ricky doing part of his strip act. He
seems to be especially popular among the young German college student group who
frequent the clubs.

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Ifs costumes wild when
king meets king, and
neither gives a deuce
about how much jack it’ll
cost. That’s the story
here as Toby Marsh, a king
of the female impersonator

set, meets Rex Huntington,
king of the eostumers.

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Toby, from Weehawken, New Jersey, picks out a
snazzy red number that looks like it has possibilities.

Those in and around show business know that a
substantial part of a performer’s expenses are put
into clothes and accessories. This is true no matter
what the act, but it is even more so when the per-
former is a female impersonator. Because he not
only has to bedazzle the audience, but hide his
sex, convince the audience that he is a woman, the
female impersonator has to spend big for clothes—
gowns, shoes, lingerie, accessories such as jewelry,
wigs and make-up. Anywhere from fifty to five hun-
dred dollars might be spent on one single outfit.
Almost needless to say, therefore, designing, making
and supplying the female impersonator can be a
taxing, but profitable undertaking. One of the best
in the business is Rex Huntington, who not only
designs, fits and makes clothes for female imperson-
ators, but is an expert make-up artist who acts as
their cosmetician as well. Here Rex has allowed us
to peek into his workroom to see step by step how
he goes about making up and fitting female im-
personator Toby Marsh.

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A former Hollywood make-up man and designer, Rex, beginning to make up
Toby here, settled down in the East and began specializing in gowns
and make-up for the female impersonators in the New York area.

New wig in place and make-up on, Toby begins to try on some
of the lingerie at Rex’s. Silk stockings and a garter belt are
first items on the agenda for this female impersonator.

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Next lingerie items for Toby are red panties and a red bra,
the latter helped along with the addition of foam rubber
gay deceivers. Rex helps as Toby has trouble with garter belt.

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Pudgy Roberts may be a clown-

■but he sure ain’t no fool,
not the way he’s been making a roaring success
of his comic strip act. A new and novel twist
in female impersonator acts, Pudgy’s
comic strips have tickled the ribs of

sophisticated audiences coast to coast, and
York’s Village clubs.

/ ^ straight singing act. Pudgy
found the pickings better and the
money greener doing the clown act
, ■* combined with female mimicking

— a unique combination.

The advice still goes— if there’s something you’re looking
for and can’t find it, look in Paris— like these three
switcheroos of the Left Bank, cluhs where
Women do the Man hit!

Friends are easy to find for those who come to Le Monocle without one. Definitely not a man’s world in here.

The Monocle is a popular hangout for the artist
and writer set of Paris.

Photos on these and successive two pages were taken at Le
Monocle, which is in the Montparnasse section of Paree’s Left
Bank. The section, known for the eccentricities of its characters,
boasts more nightclubs per square foot than any other city in the
world. Perhaps one of the most famous, at least for the past 25
years or so, is this Le Monocle, hostessed by a unique woman
named Jo. A member of the resistance during the German occu-
pation, she is one of the few women ever awarded the French
Legion of Honor. Among her friends she lists many persons im-
portant in international political life. Jo runs an unusual club:
the doors open at midnight and don’t close again until dawn.
Guests are mostly women, escorted or not. In either case, how-
ever, they are sure to have a good time and find another woman
to dance with. The orchestra is female, and the waiters are women
dressed and groomed as men.

There’s hardly a man to be seen on the dance floor at Le Monocle,
and, except for the artiste crowd, few men ever enter.

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m

The bar at Le Monocle is the rendezvous point for most of the
unescorted women; they’ll sit and heckle dancers to get attention.

Chez Moune

Frede, smartly dressed, lounges casually against the
wall chatting with guests at her smart nitespot.
Seated at left is Michele Berger, the club’s secretary.

Frede herself, the proprietress.
Her clothes are made specially
for her by a Paris couturier.

Second of the Left Bank’s un-
usual clubs is Frede’s Caba-
ret, presided over by Frede
herself, a well known charac-
ter in art circles and unoffi-
cial arbiter elegantum of
Paree’s woman set. Catering
like Le Monocle, less to the
curiousity -seeking tourists
than to the sophisticated set
Paris, Frede runs a well-or-
ganized, well-decorated, ex-
pensive boite. Frede opens
shop earlier in the evening
than Le Monocle, and re-
mains open until about five to
accomodate many of the Left
Bank’s showbiz people who
come by after their own shows
close for a drink or a coffee
before dawn sends them scur-
rying home to sleep. Most of
Frede’s guests are, of course,
women who come on as men
and find companionship in
Frede’s place.

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Chez Moune

Every night seems like
New Year’s eve at
Frede’s Cabaret; the
wine flows and the
music plays constantly.
Below, Frede chats at
the bar with secretary
Michele Berger.

Chez Moune

Moune, with the short blond hair,
kids with a customer at the bar.
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Dancing with the female customers
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the readers always write

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the reader — it’s your
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your mirror ... so drop
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comments on the
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thoughts in general,
and include a photo of
yourself for our next
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Dear Sir;

After reading your editorial of
the Premiere issue I just have to
tell you that it’s great and accept
my congratulations. I am a pro-
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enclose my picture; it will be an
honor to have it in your magazine
and of course be a pleasure for me
to pose for you if you want me to.
Thanks a million for all you are
doing in behalf of female imper-
sonators. We really appreciate it
very much.

Mourish Stevens
New York, N. Y.

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MOURISH

TOMMY

Dear Sir:

I’m a San Franciscan and I just
want to tell you in behalf of my-
self and many other professional
female impersonators on the Coast
that we think your first issue was
simply great. It is about time we
in the profession had a magazine
all our own where we can be taken
seriously and regarded as the true
artists that we are.

My name is Tommy, and I’m

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sending along my photo, which I
hope you can publish along with
my letter. Again, a big vote of
thanks for the good work.

lommy

San Francisco, Calif.

• • •

Dear Sir:

Some of the fellows down here
in Big D (Dallas, Texas) asked me
to be their spokesman and write
to tell you how swell we think your
magazine is.

My name is Jan, and I’ve sent
along a photo of myself which I
hope you can publish in the near
future. At the moment I’m just an
amateur female impersonator but
I hope one day soon to enter the
professional ranks and make this
a career.

All the guys in Dallas hope you’ll
continue and have great success.

«T

Jan

Dallas, Texas

JAN

• • •

Dear Sir:

Great! Just the end! That’s what
I say about your first issue! We fe-
male impersonators have been too
long without representation in the
magazines. Although I still con-
sider myself an amateur I am now
taking lessons from a professional
and hope to make my debut in a
short while.

Looking forward to your next
issue.

“Dee”

Philadelphia, Pa.

• • •

Dear Sirs:

Orchids to you for a wonderful
magazine! I think you are filling a
great void by producing a maga-

zine for and about female im-
personators.

I am not a professional, just a
fellow who likes to dress up in
fancy woman’s clothes in the pri-
vacy of his own apartment. Secretly
I would love to become a profes-
sional female impersonator but I’m
afraid I don’t have much talent. Be-
sides, I would be too bashful and
frightened to appear in public
dressed as a female.

Anyway, thanks for your good
work and an enjoyable magazine.

“Pat”

New York, N. Y.

• • •

Dear Sir:

Saludos! I am from Mexico City,
and imagine my surprise when I
saw your magazine here in a book-
store! It is just what I and my
friends have been hoping for. We
enjoyed it very much. I am only a
poor amateur female impersonator
who adores to wear those big high
heels, lacy lingerie and silk stock-
ings. But someday I hope to come
to the Estados Unidos and become
a professional.

If I do I will come to visit you
and you can take my pictures for
your magazine. It will be an honor.

Continue your fine works!

“Lisa”

Mexico City
• • •

Gentlemen:

I am writing to you from Lon-
don, England, where there is a
great deal of interest in your maga-

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zine, though I’m afraid it is a bit
difficult to obtain here. Not too
many bookstalls carry your periodi-
cal, but I did find one that promised
to save each issue for me as it is
received.

I am an amateur female imper-
sonator at present, with fond hopes
of entering the ranks of the pro-
fessionals before too long. I think
it’s a most glamourous profession.
I envy those who are making a
sueeessful career of it.

Hope I haven’t taken up too
much of your time and space, and
that you find room to publish my
photo. Please continue to publish
your fine magazine, and perhaps
send more of them to London,
where I assure you a receptive au-
dience is waiting.

“Brenda”

London, England
• • •

Dear Sirs :

Good luck on your new maga-
zine, I think it’s the best thing
around today. Been looking for
something like it for a long time.

I’m a protege of a female imper-
sonator who is very popular out
here in the mid western clubs. I’ve
always liked to dress up in feminine
clothes, and with this professional
help I think it won’t be long before
I will have my first professional
engagement.

Maybe then you will do a story
on me. Meantime I’m sending along
a photo I hope you ean print.

«T »

Joan

Madison, Wisconsin

• • •

LISA

Dear Sirs:

Just a brief note to tell you how
much a group of us enjoyed your
new magazine. We are a group of
six fellows who put on amateur
theatrical shows around the neigh-
borhoods with female impersona-
tions as our specialty.

Each year we have a costume
party at New Year’s and see who
can come up with the wildest fe-
male costume. I won last year.

Keep up the good work.

“Brad”

Miami, Florida

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PAT

BRENDA

Dear Sir;

Congratulations on a great book.
It’s the best idea for a magazine
I’ve seen in a long time. The pic-
tures were great and so were all
the female impersonators in it.

Looking forward to many more is-
sues.

«x •

Lonnie

Chicago, Illinois

• • •

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I have two words for you all—
Absolutely marvelous!

“Winnie”

New York, N. Y.

JOAN

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Between dining and dancing the boys gossiped about gowns and coiffures.

The big, brassy and official costume balls held each year in New York
are, as mentioned earlier in this book, the Artists Equity and Art Students
League Balls. But in between these grand events smaller balls but just
as important ones to the partygoers are held in and around the New
York City area. This one was held recently in Brooklyn, for example, and,
except for the posh surroundings afforded by such Artists Ball sites as
the Waldorf, was every bit as much fun. The guys who preferred to
come as gals were resplendent in their gowns, furs, spiked heels, jewelry
and wigs, many of them prettier looking than the real gals! Climax of
the evening was the Grand Parade, held just before midnight (the
witching hour! ) with prizes to the best-dressed man.

The boys wait all year sometimes for an occasion like this, and trot out their best in gowns and wigs. Many of them run
over to Rex Huntington’s shop for a make-up job and a new frock for the occasion, though this gets expensive.

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